THE WEALTH SYSTEM FLICKERED
The Blinking Wealth System 210
One week later London, England.
Yosep was on holiday with his four wives and two days later he met with USF leaders for negotiations.
Yosep was at one of the gyms in London, he wanted to train with a heavier load even though the heaviest was the burden of life. Many burly men who are training in the gym, some are practicing tandi4ng boxing.
Yosep lifts the load from the smallest 2.5 kg plus another 5 kg to 25 kg. If asked where his four wives, of course, his name is a woman who has a habit of shopping.
They left without a bodyguard, because Yosep had trained them to fight, using weapons and other strenuous exercises. Minimize if anyone does evil on the four of them can defend themselves.
"Hahahaha, the weight-lifting cup is rich in women's weights only. And the woman on the other side has more weight to lift than the man." The bald man glanced cynically at Yosep then glanced at the mature sapodilla-bodied woman wearing only a tank top and sepaha shorts.
Yosep understood they were demeaning him, and ignoring him, his eyes were flat and cold. Many burly men stared at Joseph cynically, lifting only light weights.
"Hi cute guy! If you want her muscles to be like ours, don't lift her weights like a woman's. But like this!" The bald burly man lifted 50 kg and showed his muscular build.
"Yes!" Yosep replied briefly, his countenance cold.
"Hey cupu! You listen to me, don't you? You better just go there, don't stay here!" snapped the bald man who really wanted to find because of Yosep.
"Had it hit Bred, a scrappy and hanky man like he's hit the most one punch you instantly fainted," scorned Stan Bred's friend.
Joseph lowered his barbell iron slowly and wiped the sweat on his neck with a small towel. "It's a style snob, if cupu mah hickey only!" cibir Greed is training to fight boxing with his friend Friz.
Joseph got up and walked slowly toward the 10 neatly lined up samsacks. Yosep started warming up hitting the samsak plan first. "Well, the punch is that much doang. This is my punch!" Bred followed Joseph and struck the third samsak until his samsak went up.
So Joseph got angry over time, "Hi bro! If you want to fight me I will serve. If you can hit me one step back, I'll give you a million pounds." Yosep snapped a finger calling his men and a bodyguard named Chris gave a black suitcase containing a million pounds of money.
"Bog boss sir just give them a valuable lesson, pffft!" Whisper Chris with a laugh but his mouth smothered his right palm.
Yosep replied with a big smile to Chris, "Hi bald sir. Hurry up and hit me ready! Don't you think my small body can't lift heavy weights. Look at!" Joseph struck 10 samsaks one by one and cut them all.
Maidservant!
Yosep lifted a 100kg load with one hand and slammed it to the ground, everyone in the gym dropped his jaw.
"It's just that, let's quickly get in the ring and we'll start the race. Remember that! Don't regret that you lost a million pounds, hehehe." Greed from above waved to provoke Yosep.
"Ok who's afraid, but if you're the losers. I'm asking you to break your hands, how?" Joseph quickly lowered his eyebrows and walked into the ring.
"Ok who's afraid!" Greed stared at the cynical Yosep who was in the ring. "Brain, you try to hit this cupu and teach him a lesson!"
Bang out!
Brak!
Bred hits Joseph's stomach and bounces him out of the arena and crashes into gym equipment. "Hahahaha, you stupid fool will fight my boss the superhuman, only goblogs will do it." Chris frowned while holding his stomach.
"Let's go who else wants to try!" Yosep pulled a finger in his right hand to the inside to provoke all the burly men inside the gym.
There were 30 burly men in the gym, all of whom tried to hit Joseph one by one, and the result was sure to all bounce in various directions.
Bang out!
Bang out!
"Hey hair, it's my turn. If you can withstand one blow, I'll give you 5 million pounds." Yosep points to Greed, who has mohawk hair. "It's not you who wants to try this little guy."
"okay!" Greed raised both hands posing bodybuilder-style with muscular muscles, then patted his stomach and chest. "Come on!"
Bang's!"
Swush!
Brak!
Greed manages to get Joseph hit and bounced out of the arena, Greed clutching his sore belly and spewing out a lot of blood, "Guhak! What kind of a blow is this! It hurts so much." Greed grimaced in pain.
"Chris come on, it sucks everyone, it's a whiz but it's all chicken! Hmh!" Yosep's eyes went around with a cynical look, staring at all the burly men lying on the surface of the gym floor grimacing in pain.
Joseph exits the gym with Chris, just outside the gym entrance, Yosep is stopped by a middle-aged man, wearing a black robe, wearing a black mafia hat, and wearing sunglasses while sipping a cuban cigar. "Wait for the young! I want to ask for your help, I will give you anything, if need be your slave. Just so you want to replace me to follow the underground fight. I beg my daughter to be kidnapped and put on bail for all my past debts." The middle-aged man knelt down in front of Yosep.
"What can I do for you, sir? Wake up! I don't understand your request. I'm Yosep's my brother Chris." Yosep smilingly introduces Chris by pointing with his right thumb. "Well to meet you, sir?"
"I'm Myke, Myke Kelin." Myke shook Yosep's hand to get acquainted. "Will master Yosep help me in my place to fight tonight in London's underground fight? I beg you, if I don't fight, my daughter will be taken by Mr. Don Telo as collateral for my debts, because I often lose fighting with her heroes in underground battles," myke.
Joseph stroked his chin, "Good! I'll help Mr. Myke. But if I lose, I'm not responsible for Mr. Myke's daughter okay?!" Yosep sneered cunningly.
"You must have won, sir, I assure you. I see you're a good fighter, if you win I'd be your subordinate." Myke looked down respectfully.